Olivia’s POV:I did not expect a date in the hill, overlooking the city was what he meant. But here we are. He told me a lot of things that I did not expect to hear from him. Brandon is unveiling his life story from me. I wonder how much of it was true.The fact that he lied about Alice still remains. A part of me cannot trust him fully. A piece of me is anchoring me down from falling wanton to his lap. I guess I prefer it that way, so if he hurts me again, I could say ‘I told you so’ to myself and not be mad.He may not see it, but Brandon still craves acceptance even now. Still trying to divert any kind of blame. A part of him still suffers from her lack of love towards him. I can see it all over him. Meredith tried to fill that gaping hole but he pushed her aside. Somehow, his parents made him believe that no woman would ever love him, and it colored how he treated me when I got close. No wonder he never trusted me. He was programmed to believe he was unlovable. Yet he never ran sh
Olivia’s POV:The conviction in his voice, the gentle way he strokes his thumb over mine and pulls me to his chest to lean his nose against my temple, stirs a belief in me deep down that this is a genuine apology for all of it. I genuinely believe him without doubt, question or niggles.We have hit a crossroad, and I need to choose a path. I have a longing to walk into the light, and maybe my master of darkness will be the one to lead me there. I can either dwell and continue to find fault and put hurdles in his way, or I can take his hand and see where this takes us. I’m so tired of living in the shadows and misery. “No point dwelling anymore. The past will only drag you backwards.”I deflect the tender moment and push him away gently to give myself breathing space. Hating the route of our conversation and stare at the fire instead. Hating myself for being so conflicted and hot and cold with him, even if I cannot help it. Not knowing how to feel or how to be with him from one minut
Olivia’s POV:He leans to the side a little, a head tilt that puts our noses side by side so he can get nearer my mouth and kisses me softly, needy. A gentle, chaste meeting of soft, warm skin that makes my heart erupt in a million little flutters. Pulling back, he slides his fingers under my hair, cradling my face on both sides and draws my eyes to his as he straightens back up. “If I could go back to that night when you said those words to me, I would change everything and undo all the mistakes I made. Those three words are my goal, but to deserve them this time and to never hurt you again. I would die for you, and I will do anything for you. I promise you I won’t let you go a second time; I know what I have to lose this time.”Brandon’s words pull tears from my eyes, and my throat constricts painfully. There’s no hint of deviousness in the raw way he’s saying those words or the penetrating gaze he has stuck me with. It’s like he wants to climb inside me and make me believe him so
Olivia’s POV:I yawn and stretch out lazily, stirring slowly like a kitten waking after a peaceful slumber. A massive sense of weightless contentment is waving over me like a warm blanket in the moments before I fully connect with consciousness. I jump when a large, hot hand gently grips my hip in reaction to my wriggling and scares me half to death. Rousing me fully as I’m not used to waking up beside someone. My heart skips a beat for a second and sends me into instant sweats and panic deep inside. It all comes back to me in a rush, and I blink at an unfamiliar ceiling and a rotating fan that’s too close for comfort. Blurry vision clearing to bring my surroundings to me.Hazy in my sudden awakening, my head aches with the after-effects of far too much alcohol and a night of walking myself to death. I have a hangover, head pounding me into oblivion as those first few seconds of happy waking ebb away into reality, and now I remember whose fault it is and who is lying beside me, breath
Olivia’s POV:My reverie of last night was interrupted.“I’m starving. Want to go somewhere for …” He doesn’t get to finish as his cell phone rings, and he pulls it out of his back pocket, frowning at the screen with a dark look before putting it to his ear. His whole manner is tensing, and that flicker of his other side is immediate. It’s odd how I can tell. The change in him is so sudden and clear to me now. That colder, more brutal, dominant aura closes over him as soon as the other world touches him, and I shiver at its appearance.“Alice, what is it?”His voice dispels all hints of warmth and tenderness, and it’s that cold air mirrored on his face as he visually closes up. I stare at him warily, curiosity piqued because the person calling him, is someone who will not easily let go, otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed into playing the sweet childhood best friend. She is a lot like Brandon in that he hates not being in control of things.I watch silently, crossing my arms across
Olivia’s POV:“Maybe we should revisit the kissing thing. Not sure I can give that up on top of s*x and heavy groping. I mean, there is only so much I can handle keeping in check. I’m not that much of a good boy.” Brandon slips me a sexy smile and picks up the kettle when it clicks to pour us coffee. Watching the steam rise and hit with the heavy aroma as soon as the cups are filled.“You’re not a good boy at all, Mr. Pembroke. That’s part of the charm. If we are revisiting the kissing, it requires a proper negotiation. I have to get something back if you are getting free rein to kiss me,” I jest, flirtation coming out all by itself and aware I have slid my arm through his and am pressing my body to his side a little too possessively. Pushed up tight so I can get as much of him as possible.“You get my tongue in your mouth with all its expertise, several times a day. That’s reward enough.” That arrogant wink, and I frown at him. “Look at you, so modest.”“I know. It is exhausting bei
Olivia’s POV:Orlie and Brandon dropped me off at the townhouse I share with Maurice and Ethan. After checking on my nephew and catching up on any news concerning him with the nanny, I retired to my bedroom to shower and get dressed in my usual figure-hugging dress and sleek hair and makeup. Drove to the hotel and went straight to work.I know Brandon arrived ahead of me because he sent me a text message, he’s waiting for Alice. Their meeting here is a reminder to me that they are really over and Brandon has no intention of keeping me off the radar. I am beyond relieved.I’ve only been up here for twelve minutes.I make my way down to the lobby, hungry and with the intention of checking the kitchen for whatever I might fancy. The head chef is a wonderful woman, she makes a mean grilled cheese, and now that I’m starving, and aspirin has numbed my pounding head to bearable. Hunger pangs are so intense I feel faint and desperate to eat.On my way to the kitchen, I’m surprised to meet Ali
“Hi, honey!” Alice swooped in for a kiss as soon as she was inside Brandon’s manager office. “Ugh, the traffic was bad going here. I am thinking of getting an apartment closer to this location. I’m thinking walking distance so I can visit anytime. What do you think?”She dropped her purse on his desk and casually went for a hug from behind him which he casually deflected. The action did not even seem to bother the woman. Alice was in there with one purpose in mind---she will not be the sore loser and she will be rich one day.Brandon moved his chair away inches away from her. “I agreed to talk here because I want to show Olivia that she have nothing to worry about. I told her the truth and though it was hard at first…she forgave me and gave me a chance. Let’s call it quits, Alice. I’m willing to give you a substantial amount of money if you agree to walk away silently.”Alice’s bright smile remained pasted on her heavily made-up face. “You were saying?”They’ve been together for sever
Olivia’s POV:The drive home was okay-sih. I cleared my schedule and I curse at myself for doing it. It’s given me an anxious knot in my gut all night which has only grown more significant by the hour and has me fidgeting uncontrollably.It’s past midnight and I’m in the living room, working to keep my mind off wandering. Occasionally, Ethan’s cries reach my location and I’m tempted to check on him but the cries immediately stop. I bet Maurice took him in her arms.As for me, something is amiss, and it’s practically radiating around the room and I sigh for the millionth time to release some of my pent-up tension that is coiled inside like an overloaded spring.“If you miss me, you can call me.” I jump a mile high when the smooth, unmistakably husky voice catches me from my left side, and I spin to see him casually standing at the door, looking fresh despite the hour. “No.” I retort snappily and cross my arms over to cover the way I jumped. I’m wearing cartoon inspired pajamas.His ey
Olivia’s POV:I look up from my seat at where I’m sorting through emails at the lobby as the group of men walk past. I have a habit of working out of my office when I’m worried sick. Alice is leaving, she’s deep in conversation with someone on the phone, I don’t think she saw me. I try to blank them completely, her and Brandon and how their conversation went. Still pissed as hell and overly prickly from earlier from my encounter with her.A pair of leather shoes stops in front of me. I lift my eyes from my laptop and saw the man I was hoping not to bump into today. He pauses and looks at me coldly, pulling my eyes to his with the power of that stare, and I curse myself for the tingles that spread across my body like wildfire. Averting my gaze as quickly and trying to zone him out.“What are you doing here? Is your office not good enough you had to bring work here on the lobby?” He barks it, and I slowly lift my head deliberately to hide the fact I’m hating on him, and he is not exactl
“Hi, honey!” Alice swooped in for a kiss as soon as she was inside Brandon’s manager office. “Ugh, the traffic was bad going here. I am thinking of getting an apartment closer to this location. I’m thinking walking distance so I can visit anytime. What do you think?”She dropped her purse on his desk and casually went for a hug from behind him which he casually deflected. The action did not even seem to bother the woman. Alice was in there with one purpose in mind---she will not be the sore loser and she will be rich one day.Brandon moved his chair away inches away from her. “I agreed to talk here because I want to show Olivia that she have nothing to worry about. I told her the truth and though it was hard at first…she forgave me and gave me a chance. Let’s call it quits, Alice. I’m willing to give you a substantial amount of money if you agree to walk away silently.”Alice’s bright smile remained pasted on her heavily made-up face. “You were saying?”They’ve been together for sever
Olivia’s POV:Orlie and Brandon dropped me off at the townhouse I share with Maurice and Ethan. After checking on my nephew and catching up on any news concerning him with the nanny, I retired to my bedroom to shower and get dressed in my usual figure-hugging dress and sleek hair and makeup. Drove to the hotel and went straight to work.I know Brandon arrived ahead of me because he sent me a text message, he’s waiting for Alice. Their meeting here is a reminder to me that they are really over and Brandon has no intention of keeping me off the radar. I am beyond relieved.I’ve only been up here for twelve minutes.I make my way down to the lobby, hungry and with the intention of checking the kitchen for whatever I might fancy. The head chef is a wonderful woman, she makes a mean grilled cheese, and now that I’m starving, and aspirin has numbed my pounding head to bearable. Hunger pangs are so intense I feel faint and desperate to eat.On my way to the kitchen, I’m surprised to meet Ali
Olivia’s POV:“Maybe we should revisit the kissing thing. Not sure I can give that up on top of s*x and heavy groping. I mean, there is only so much I can handle keeping in check. I’m not that much of a good boy.” Brandon slips me a sexy smile and picks up the kettle when it clicks to pour us coffee. Watching the steam rise and hit with the heavy aroma as soon as the cups are filled.“You’re not a good boy at all, Mr. Pembroke. That’s part of the charm. If we are revisiting the kissing, it requires a proper negotiation. I have to get something back if you are getting free rein to kiss me,” I jest, flirtation coming out all by itself and aware I have slid my arm through his and am pressing my body to his side a little too possessively. Pushed up tight so I can get as much of him as possible.“You get my tongue in your mouth with all its expertise, several times a day. That’s reward enough.” That arrogant wink, and I frown at him. “Look at you, so modest.”“I know. It is exhausting bei
Olivia’s POV:My reverie of last night was interrupted.“I’m starving. Want to go somewhere for …” He doesn’t get to finish as his cell phone rings, and he pulls it out of his back pocket, frowning at the screen with a dark look before putting it to his ear. His whole manner is tensing, and that flicker of his other side is immediate. It’s odd how I can tell. The change in him is so sudden and clear to me now. That colder, more brutal, dominant aura closes over him as soon as the other world touches him, and I shiver at its appearance.“Alice, what is it?”His voice dispels all hints of warmth and tenderness, and it’s that cold air mirrored on his face as he visually closes up. I stare at him warily, curiosity piqued because the person calling him, is someone who will not easily let go, otherwise, she wouldn’t have agreed into playing the sweet childhood best friend. She is a lot like Brandon in that he hates not being in control of things.I watch silently, crossing my arms across
Olivia’s POV:I yawn and stretch out lazily, stirring slowly like a kitten waking after a peaceful slumber. A massive sense of weightless contentment is waving over me like a warm blanket in the moments before I fully connect with consciousness. I jump when a large, hot hand gently grips my hip in reaction to my wriggling and scares me half to death. Rousing me fully as I’m not used to waking up beside someone. My heart skips a beat for a second and sends me into instant sweats and panic deep inside. It all comes back to me in a rush, and I blink at an unfamiliar ceiling and a rotating fan that’s too close for comfort. Blurry vision clearing to bring my surroundings to me.Hazy in my sudden awakening, my head aches with the after-effects of far too much alcohol and a night of walking myself to death. I have a hangover, head pounding me into oblivion as those first few seconds of happy waking ebb away into reality, and now I remember whose fault it is and who is lying beside me, breath
Olivia’s POV:He leans to the side a little, a head tilt that puts our noses side by side so he can get nearer my mouth and kisses me softly, needy. A gentle, chaste meeting of soft, warm skin that makes my heart erupt in a million little flutters. Pulling back, he slides his fingers under my hair, cradling my face on both sides and draws my eyes to his as he straightens back up. “If I could go back to that night when you said those words to me, I would change everything and undo all the mistakes I made. Those three words are my goal, but to deserve them this time and to never hurt you again. I would die for you, and I will do anything for you. I promise you I won’t let you go a second time; I know what I have to lose this time.”Brandon’s words pull tears from my eyes, and my throat constricts painfully. There’s no hint of deviousness in the raw way he’s saying those words or the penetrating gaze he has stuck me with. It’s like he wants to climb inside me and make me believe him so
Olivia’s POV:The conviction in his voice, the gentle way he strokes his thumb over mine and pulls me to his chest to lean his nose against my temple, stirs a belief in me deep down that this is a genuine apology for all of it. I genuinely believe him without doubt, question or niggles.We have hit a crossroad, and I need to choose a path. I have a longing to walk into the light, and maybe my master of darkness will be the one to lead me there. I can either dwell and continue to find fault and put hurdles in his way, or I can take his hand and see where this takes us. I’m so tired of living in the shadows and misery. “No point dwelling anymore. The past will only drag you backwards.”I deflect the tender moment and push him away gently to give myself breathing space. Hating the route of our conversation and stare at the fire instead. Hating myself for being so conflicted and hot and cold with him, even if I cannot help it. Not knowing how to feel or how to be with him from one minut